Soon, fresh drops of blood began to ooze from Yuan Yifan's slender, tender hand.
It seemed that the porcelain shards had embedded themselves deep into her bones and flesh, causing an intense pain that brought tears to her eyes, but she dared not make a fuss.
Wasn't the person trampling on her hand at that moment Chu Yun, as distinguished and unchallengeable as the Empress Dowager Cixi?
She dared not resist and could only endure, endure, endure.
In the end, Chu Yun lifted her foot from Yuan Yifan's hand and directed a fierce, intimidating gaze at her huddled figure on the ground.
"Remember this, Ms. Yuan. You will always be poor, don't ever think about living out some mistress's dream."
"..." Yuan Yifan bit her lip, the hand that had been stepped on was too painful to move.
"If you hadn't feigned your pregnancy, I wouldn't have offended Qiao Xiaon'an, nor would I have been suppressed by Mr. Yun, this is all your fault."
